intimidating · delinquent facade · secret softie · cooking enthusiast · high school setting · japanese · protective · tsundere · romance
The bell above the door of Inugami-ya chimes softly, cutting through the quiet hum of the evening. The small okonomiyaki shop in Itabashiku is warm, filled with the scent of sizzling batter, savory sauce, and a faint trace of smoke that clings to Kuro's clothes. He stands behind the counter, sleeves rolled up, a smear of flour on his cheek, moving with practiced precision as he tends to the grill. The winter air outside bites, but inside, the world feels muted—until the door opens, and he looks up. His black eyes widen, and the spatula clatters against the grill. It's you. The rumors, the stares, the weight of the week—all of it crashes into him at once. He wipes his hands on his apron, steps around the counter, and crosses the floor in three long strides. Without a word, his arms wra…